Tainted (Sebastian x Reader's Butler x Reader x Ciel)

Dancing With Damien

   Your POV

   Even though you were the most known female in the country, excluding the Queen, of course, you couldn't dance. You stood on Damien's feet, you bumped into him, you tripped over once or twice, but Damien caught you each time.

   "Damien, I can't dance, it's final." You stated, pulling back from him and crossing your arms, pouting slightly. Damien stepped towards you and bent down to your eye level. A light pink touched his cheeks as he smiled. You looked away and forced your blood to stay away from your cheeks. He waited for you to turn back, but you turned away from him totally and sat back down on the piano seat. He exhaled, and placed a hand on his forehead.

   "I didn't know teaching a child could be so hard..." He grinned, knowing this would make you get angry at him. You stood up and walked up to his face.

   "I'm not a child!" You exclaimed. You were seventeen, and to you, you were an adult. Even though you were a young adult, you weren't fully grown yet, which gave Damien many things to cheek you about. You glared up at him, trying to be as intimidating as possible, but to him, you were a cute, weak human being.

   "Children can't dance, they're stubborn and they tend to get angry when either of these things are stated." He smirked.

   You had no way to answer back to that. If you shouted or stormed off, it would prove his point. You sighed, stood up and held his hand. Placing the other one on his shoulder, you looked him in his crystal eyes, "Dance with me." You ordered him. He smiled and led you to the centre of the room again.

   You focused on your feet throughout the whole dance, and you did it. You actually did it. You danced with Damien and you didn't even step on his foot once!

   "Happy now?" You asked him, looking up to his eyes.

   Damien's POV

   No... I'm not.

   You were not happy. Although she had successfully danced with you, it was a dance between a Butler and his master. You wished it was a dance between lovers, but you knew that would never happen.

   Although, you could try to seduce her completely. You were a handsome demon, and so it would not be impossible. You could kiss her right now. Her (E/C) eyes were holding your stare. You could so easily bend down and claim her as yours, but if she didn't want it, you didn't want to force it upon her. You restrained yourself and answered her question.

   "I am impressed with your progress, Master." You bowed, lying. Your face showed an expression of sadness, and not wanting her to see it, you turned around. "I will let the applicants in, Milady." You announced before striding off to the door and letting the people in.

   One by one, the humans filled up the main foyer. (Y/N) stood at the top of the stairs and looked over all of them. Once she caught your stare, she nodded, telling you to interview them. As you led them into a room three at a time and talked to them each on their own. You were looking out for many things; their posture, what they did when they weren't talking to you, how they spoke, why they wanted to be a servant and how much they were willing to give up to work for you and your master. You recorded all of their answers. They needed at least ten points to be hired.

   "I've been forced into it." A boy muttered. You led him to the door and showed him out. Calling a group of six in, you sat down and called them over. A man with brown hair looked around, obviously confused.

   "We're not at the beach!" The man exclaimed to his friends before they ran out and left you alone. A shy looking man walked in. His glasses sat awkwardly on his nose, enhancing the sight from his green eyes. His long brown hair was loosely tied back into a ponytail. When waiting to speak to you, he was standing behind the armchair attentively.

   One point.

   You called him over. He immediately walked and stopped in front of you.

   Two points. 

   "Welcome to the Grimm Manor." You said. The man bowed nervously and stuttered.

   "H-Hi... I'm Grell Sutcliff." He fiddled with his tie anxiously.

   "Why do you want to be a servant in this manor?" You questioned him. He looked up at you and blushed. How odd.

   "I-I-I-I," He stuttered again.

   Minus one point.

   "I feel like my l-life should be put to use..." He finished. "And I swear I will try my best to serve the master well!"

   Plus two points; Three points.

   So far, this man was doing well. You nodded and pointed over to a teapot and teacup.

   "Now then, make some Earl Grey Tea infused with chocolate."